Maisie the Model

Hey, how about a little kid? Answer your question, buddy. Just a moment you'll hear, Maisie. In radio, starring the same glamorous star, you all went to see in Love, Donna's Green, and Southern. But first, you're enough.

She like to sell her this kid, Maisie was the year. I'm in chill business, and like everybody else who's footlight happy, I've had my option down.

Sometimes I've got five bucks in my kid's another time, but I'm hard up. Today is one of those other times. So I turned to the wand ad section. I came across one that said attractive girl wanted to pose per artist gold an opportunity.

I was a little worried because I wasn't sure whether the gold an opportunity was for him or for me. But I tore the ad out and hot-footed it down to the village to the art studio.

The artist lived on the top floor. By the time I raised the studio, I was up so high on my No time to bleed. Looking for... Well, that's me, Miss. Is anything wrong? You seem exhausted.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, Mr. Dutton, but this is the first time I've climbed the Matterhorn. I'm here in answer to your ad. I understand you want someone to pose for you? Naturally. Well, that's out.

I ain't posing for anyone naturally. At least the baby's sick. No, please don't disturb me, Miss. I'm trying to concentrate. Very interesting. figure nothing to worry about. Yeah. Sure. But I'd rather not worry about it from over here.

It's over. I thought you wanted a model. Exactly. And if I should decide that you're it. How much? You mean money? Yeah, you know that green. Frankly, I haven't given it much so. Don't think about it. I'm in no hurry. I'm in no mood to dick her.